“...Maria...sat me down at a little round table which she
began to fill with the fruit of Galicia’s arable cornucopia. Dark, cured
chorizo,....., a decayed pastille of greying dairy matter that offended every
sense but taste, a winning marriage of rich cream cheese and honey, and all this
washed down with crisp local beer that demanded the back of the hand to be drawn
across a grateful mouth.”
From Spanish Steps, One Man and his Ass on
the Pilgrim Way to Santiago, by Tim Moore.
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